"I haven't said much... because I don't want to acknowledge the end."
(FADEIN: Jack Harmen, standing underneath a single spotlight. The NFW championship dangling at his side in the palm of his hand. He wears black jeans, has completely shaved his head, and has circles under his eyes.)
JACK HARMEN: I get weaker every day. My clock is ticking. I’m a true time bomb of disease and anguish. And I don’t know if I can do this anymore.
(Harmen rushes to the camera stepping out of the spotlight into shadows. The scene turns Blair Witchy as Harmen desperately clutches the camera in an extreme close up. A single flashlight clicks on as the camera’s title plate CLANGS off the edge of it.)
JACK HARMEN: I don't wanna die!
(Harmen winces, his eyes turning red as tears for.)
JACK HARMEN: Please. Someone. Anyone. Cure cancer.
JACK HARMEN: That's what they say of grief, people will bargain to survive. Me? I bargained to be the GREATEST.
(A sly smile spread across his lips.)
JACK HARMEN: Cause there’s NO USE fighting the inevitable. EVERY one of us will one day be reduced to ASH, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
(Harmen lets go of the camera and cameraman before he returns to the spotlight.)
JACK HARMEN: It’s up to you whether you go out like the last episode of Seinfeld, or PERISH in a blaze of glory. To PHOENIX yourself into the BIBLES of history.
(Harmen tosses the NFW World championship over his shoulder, and stands with weak knees.)
JACK HARMEN: To become more than a man, a myth. A true legend.
JACK HARMEN: To become a GOD.
(Harmen adjusts the strap over his shoulder.)
JACK HARMEN: Jack Bryant wants to bring me back down to earth, bury me six feet under and raise this title high. (Harmen looks at the belt.) Cause that’s the only way I’ll EVVVAAAH let go of you. You’re my tether to this world. You’re the reason I’m still alive. I have a PURPOSE, to be the GREATEST NFW champion this CRAZY FUCKED UP PLACE HAS EVER SEEN. To take on ALL challengers, to fight and scrap and brawl until my VERY LAST BREATH.
(Harmen lets the strap fall off his shoulder into his dangling hands.)
JACK HARMEN: No other man has died to remain champion. In fact, most up and DECIDE to QUIT this place shortly after being de-throned. I, will not have that LUXERY. Or should I say PUNISHMENT.
JACK HARMEN: I get to die doing what I love. And if my deceased body lands on top of Jack Bryant for the THREE count after the CRAZIEST of train rides… well, you’re gonna see me die happy.
(Harmen stalks toward the camera, and looks directly into it. The flashlight clicks on as he throws the title belt over his shoulder.)
JACK HARMEN: I demand a warrior’s death. That’s the only way I let this go. And even then... I may not let you pry this from my cold dead hands.
JACK HARMEN: Try it. Try and kill me... Kill ME! KILL ME! And MAYBE! FUCKING MAYBE! You can take MY title!
(Harmen slaps the title faceplate three times, cheeks flushed red.)
JACK HARMEN: FUCKING KILL ME. FUCKING DO IT IF YOU CAN! (Harmen laughs through tears.)
JACK HARMEN: I won’t be FREE until SOMEONE does.
(Harmen falls to his knees, off screen as we FADE TO BLACK.)
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